A short (4 sim weeks) challenge written by Aislynne. The objective is to save your town’s Christmas Fair by completing a series of thematically related tasks. You can find the rules and original st...
The third week into Peggy’s quest, odd things started happening. Only small ones at first, easily overlooked or dismissed as insignificant. But with each day they were adding up…
(This is if of course the effect of free will being active, but I decided to make it into a plot point. It fit surprisingly well for the villain I have working in the background.)
So how are we going to feed the bunch? Neither Gavin nor Daniel still experience hunger decay, so they won’t cook autonomously. And since Daniel put Peggy in charge of the household, she has to solve this somehow.
The easiest solution would have been for Peggy in her function as head of household to ask Daniel to cook. However, that didn’t even occur to the girl. To her, managing the household translated into running said household all alone, as if the adults didn’t even exist.
The first day Peggy ordered pizza. It worked well, but cannot be a longterm solution.
Peggy: “You do know that this is weird, yes? Wearing your jackets inside, but not outside?”
Damian: “But we’re cold!”
Peggy: “Yes, because you ran through the snow without jackets and hats. I’m pretty sure two hundred years ago they’d have jailed you for not wearing a hat!”
Tucking in the kids - with the two houseguests, it was important to make the Reed children feel loved.
Damian, a long-time neighbor, wanted a hug, too, before bedtime, but put himself to bed. Meanwhile Kendra was way too independent already to consider any of that. The Allen twins had been like this before their parents’ death already. Daniel didn’t want to think of that now, lest he’d started hating the Allens again, and you were not to speak ill of the dead.
Peggy had noticed that her friends and family had acted a bit strange yesterday. There had been the odd fashion choices, Ricky spilling food paint everywhere like a toddler and their father having wasted that plasma pack way too early... Something was definitely off, as if everyone had had too much sugar.
And so the girl beamed with joy, when the next day started with something normal: Sixam Bedbug alert in both rooms! The one in the boys’ room even tried to pull Damian under the bed. It had its tentacles firmly slung around the child’s ankle already:
However, instead of pulling the tentacled beasts into the light and serving them up for breakfast (not kidding, I have a nonalcoholic cc punch bowl with little tentacles sticking out), Gavin simply sprayed them.